If I Were Rich
A tiny plant in the deepest of oceans
Almost looks like me.
The invisible wind blowing furiously
And unseen almost looks like me
A lost child in the desert trying to find
His way home almost looks like me
My destiny my future stares at me
And I am almost lost in time
I want to be famous and rich
I want to grow my way out of the ocean.
I want to be famous and rich
I want to become visible to everyone around me.
I want to wonder no more like a child
I want to find my home in riches and fame.
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